Schindler Art


Verse...

ARTBIRD

Stay, Oh, stay.
I'll brush your
velvet wings.
Caress your
throbbing throat.
Stroke what
intoxication brings.
But you blink
wildly, fated for flight.
I know, I know.
Should I try to hold you,
you would die of fright.
WHEAT SHOCK:  1918

Walking toward freedom,
shot close to the heart, Grandpa
Saw his sniper, and
grasped his war-torn art.
Still, I hear him whisper
"I knew that man..."
Nourish, harvest that heart.
Now understand..
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